“So'mI, ” saidEustace.“You'vebeenthebestfriendintheworld.”
“AndIdohopewe'llmeetagain, ” addedJill.
“Notmuchchanceofthat, Ishouldsay, ” repliedPuddleglum.“1don'treckonI'—he'sanicechap—butdoyouthinkhe'sverystrong? Constitutionruinedwithlivingunderground, Ishouldn'.”
“Puddleglum! ” saidJill.“You'', whenyou'rereallyasbraveas-asalion.”
“Now, speakingoffunerals, ” beganPuddleglum, butJill, whoheardtheCentaurstappingwiththeirhoofsbehindher, surprisedhimverymuchbyflingingherarmsroundhisthinneckandkissinghismuddy-lookingface, , andtheMarsh-wiggle, sinkingbackonhisbed, remarkedtohimself, “Well, Iwouldn'-lookingchap.”
TorideonaCentauris, nodoubt, agreathonour (andexceptJillandEustacethereisprobablynoonealiveintheworldtodaywhohashadit) , andridingbare-backisnofun; especiallyif, likeEustace, , gracious, grown-upkindofway, andastheycanteredthroughtheNarnianwoodstheyspoke, withoutturningtheirheads, tellingthechildrenaboutthepropertiesofherbsandroots, theinfluencesoftheplanets, theninenamesofAslanwiththeirmeanings, , theywouldnowgiveanythingtohavethatjourneyoveragain: toseethosegladesandslopessparklingwithlastnight'ssnow, tobemetbyrabbitsandsquirrelsandbirdsthatwishedyougoodmorning, tobreatheagaintheairofNarniaandhearthevoicesoftheNarniantrees.
